Inner Transformation Journey

Inner Transformation Journey

by jaguarwind

You begin to view the world from an inner place when you have walked through a transformation of such a magnitude as if you are viewing life from the perception of the caterpillar as it emerges into a butterfly…you witness those who point fingers in judgment and who may make up accusations that they believe to be true…while you smile inwardly knowing the truth and knowing the other is only speaking out of their confusion and pain, stuck in their self imposed quicksand. The words and actions that at one time would have stung deeply are simply brushed off your skin and shed . Your peaceful spirit keeps walking your walk as you welcome new experiences and new faces. There is not even a need to surrender.Such is the gift of transformation.

In my journey of traveling my feet have touched cobblestone streets, ancient pathways, and fairy enchanted meadows. Journeying alone often fosters intimate conversations with seemingly strangers whose heart rendering stories create memories that all parties will hold dearly for passing times between the speaker and the listener. Sharing what was the turning point in our respective lives, we feel a gentle tear roll down the cheek of each of us. Smiling with each other, we go our separate ways, grateful for the communing of a brief, but sacred relationship.

Transformations cannot be planned or even expected. As I entered an English Cathedral I was overtaken by the silence of the multitudes of those already present. Without speaking we share the sanctity of stained glass windows, wooden pews, and unlit candles awaiting unspoken and unthought prayers. Reverence fills my changing heart as I am transported back to my future of Divine Grace filling wants and needs I was not even aware of asking. Gentle inner tears saturate my soul as I am moved to offer eye contact with the others gathered in this place.

As I open the heavy wooden door rays of sunlight pierce my vision and I know I have been lifted to another realm of peaceful existence. I notice nothing I thought before leaving my home to undertake this journey really matters now. No need to figure out a plan or to set goals to achieve success . Hurtful words spoken to me by a friend the day before my departure for this journey are irrelevant and meaningless to me now. I embrace my transformation and wear it like a loose garment around my shoulders. I have arrived to wherever this here is,  and will forever be part of the metamorphosis of the creature I have now become.

Transformations of my life…there have been many. This one, however, is gentle and soft . I walk towards a bakery lured by the seductive smell of freshly made pastries and fall into a sweet slow pace as my feet seem to float forward. I smile knowing I will never return to the who that I was, unsure of the who I have become. Really it does not matter for all I need is the unraveling of the melody of my Heart-Strings being played out as I enter the bakery. What would I like asks the clerk as I point to a cheese filled strudel. My inner child giggles at me as I welcome the warm taste on my palate. Transformations come in many forms. I will relish this one for a long while.

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